sad eyes on happy faces

Isla take your medicine "Mm, maybe tomorrow morning," Isla decides. "Or afternoon, depending on when I wake up. I'll have my people contact your people." After two shots of whiskey and a very strong cocktail, the Remedy doesn't think that giving anyone a checkup is a particularly wise idea. She'd end up trying to listen to Sunjata's pulse through his elbow or something equally as dumb. Speaking of very strong cocktails, though, Isla is just about done with her drink, pushing the glass away and closing her eyes for a moment as if to enjoy the way her body starts to feel heavy and light at the same time. "Alright. I think I should probably head upstairs before I'm tempted to have anything else to drink," she says, slipping off the barstool. "I think I can get up there on my own two feet as well, if you want to stay here," she offers, not wanting him to have to end his night early because of her bad time.